Something Small, Every Day (or so): Exhale Slowly
Exhale SlowlyAfter the foot departs in theirSearch for meaning andA good woman done wrong,The earth moves and five minutesAgo rain tapped out. Today’s lessonIs humility. Up to down, right to left,I follow. What is the color Of love or a shadow’s weight?Above the sky or below the waves,Some days pain drags behind meNo matter what. Exhale slowly that longTunnel ribbed in silence. In keeping with my intent to create something small every day and to resurrect my poetry practice, I plan to publish on this site one of my poems every few days. I won’t do it every day because … Continue reading Something Small, Every Day (or so): Exhale Slowly
